.boys sometimes feel that way about their mother, but that's no reason to say I did anything..."I said, "You really are a joke..." and then something ...hifted in my head and I said, "Ah what the fuck, who cares, I'll give you the money...just don't bother me anymore, don't call me..." She said, "Don't be like that...I'll pay you back..." She came up to me and said, "Bobby, you're really getting me out of a jam; you're the best." She hugged me long enough for me to start getting hard. Her. I guess I'm saying I didn't know her well enough to make that big step. We did see each other three and four times a week. Always going to parties and eating out. Outside of the flirting, she was a hell of a lot of fun.One day she mentioned that a couple of her friends invited us over for a BBQ. She said it was about time I met some of her closer friends. Bill and Marcie lived about six condos down from Sheila. Bill was a supervisor where Sheila worked. Right off the bat I thought Bill was an. We went straight across the car park - with me walking like John Wayne cos of my boner - got into the back seat and it was a case of trousers down, help yourself, young fella!He sucked me off a cracker, fucking beautiful, and I'm giving it the fuck talk - "Suck it, lick my balls, you're a horny young cunt, aren't you," and so on. He got a finger up my ass and I was just about going through the roof, coming like fuck.He didn't want it in the mouth either - fair enough, I'm a gentleman! So I came. In fact, Mrs. Duncan, the womanwith whom he has the interview, is already fully aware of his allegedcriminal activity, as well as his complete previous criminal record.What he's done and been accused of doing didn't seem to bother her inthe slightest." But it should bother her - it should bother her a lot," replied Rita."That man is very dangerous." I told her that myself when she called me this morning, asking aboutthe possibility of scheduling him for an interview. She's interviewedseveral.